Old Habits
Around Christmas time, as I was bumming around the car to my very empty (and cold) apartment, I thought about how my room is a mess and how much effort it will take. Then I had the brilliant idea that perhaps, as a Christmas present for me, I’ll have one of these wardrobe consultants to help me prepare my wardrobe. Hah. What a joke right? Me? The confessed Hoarder of all things with the bulging closet, hire someone to help me prepare my wardrobe. Bleah. Seriously, it’s a nice thought. But until I’m really ready to bite the bullet and not accumulate good things, it will be a waste of money, because once it left my apartment, I’ll probably be back online seek to replace all the elements, it made me give up! No, it must start with me. I must make my wardrobe to me. I need for my room. Myself. I looked in the mirror today. Apparently, a week not to work on myself crazy scraping and made me a little weight I had lost over the past year. It is not surprising. The loss is hard. Winning is simple: (I mean that I will make a new resolution for 2009. But I know better. It will not stick. But it means that I can only try to improve myself. To keep the Improving I find things about myself that needs to be improved.